Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.